Okay, so remember when I said I might make an outtake out of the grocery story/whipped cream flashback a few chapters ago? Well, here we are! And I know we're kinda breaking the story up, but things have been so out of sorts lately that I thought we needed a little pick me up. And plus, I think you'll really like this. Who doesn't like whipped cream? *evil laugh*

And as far as WHEN this was: Just a month and a half before Rose and Emmett's accident.

Also, in case it wasn't implied before, this outtake has adult language, some sexy, messy boy-love and a devilish use of whipped cream. You've been warned!

As always, thanks for all the reviews and alerts and favs. You guys are awesome!

I don't own Twilight. Just a can of Redi-whip!

Enjoy!


Whipped Cream

For the third day in a row, Edward found himself stuck in the house with Alice and Bella while Carlisle went to work at the hospital. This was only because Emmett had a business trip in Florida and wanted Rosalie to go with him. It was supposed to be for a week, and right now, Edward was wondering exactly why he'd volunteered to watch the girls. They were too smart for their own good, and Edward had just gone through a rather frustrating reading lesson with Alice while she swore on every piece of electronic equipment she owned that her way of seeing Alice in Wonderland as an allegorical message to young girls about independence and free thinking was completely sane and perfect.

To Edward, it was just a fucking book.

"Ed! I'm home!"

While clearing away the last of the food from the kitchen, Edward left to see Carlisle at the front entryway pulling off his coat with a bright smile on his face.

"How was your day?" Carlisle asked, stepping in front of Edward and lifting his hands to his husband's face to kiss him gently.

Edward huffed, grasping onto Carlisle's waist and easily deepening their kiss. Once Carlisle was just as breathless, Edward leaned back and whispered. "I'm starting to reconsider watching your nieces. Especially if Alice is gonna act like her father with all that over-thinking shit she gets from him."

Carlisle laughed softly, still kissing and easing his hands down Edward's back. "Did she sweep the floor with you again?" he teased.

"It's not funny," Edward said with a grunt. "She's nine. It's not normal for her to be that argumentative. And she makes Bella laugh at me."

"My poor baby," Carlisle grinned, easing his lips over Edward's jaw to his ear where he nibbled fervently.

Tingles slipped up and then back down Edward's spine, and he gripped Carlisle's shirt tighter, aligning their hips and allowing his growing need to be known immediately.

"Oh, you want to be bad tonight, huh?" Carlisle chuckled, his laugh even more throaty than it was previously.

"I need to get out of the house," Edward whined.

Again, Carlisle laughed and stepped back, cupping Edward's face between his hands. "Is that all?" he mused. "Sure you don't want to steal away to the bathroom for a quick game of hide and seek?"

Edward's face flushed with blood instantly, and he unconsciously bit his lip a split second before two sets of little feet clambered down the stairs tellingly.

"Uncle Carlie!" Alice yelled, running to him and throwing her arms around him as he caught her and Bella at the same time.

"Babies! How was your day?" he asked, kneeling in front of them.

"Uncle Eddie made us chocolate chip, oatmeal cookies," Bella exclaimed as she giggled. "He let me stir the batter, and I got the first cookie!"

"And I read Alice in Wonderland in just one day," Alice beamed. "I started just after you left and got done less than thirty minutes ago. I'm gonna write about it to Mommy and Daddy tomorrow."

"Well, that all sounds so amazing," Carlisle agreed. "What do you two want for dinner?"

"Pizza!" Alice yelled.

"Spaghetti!" Bella cried.

Carlisle exhaled dramatically. "Okay, so I guess that means we get Italian. Tell you what? How about you girls go over the Mrs. Simmons while Uncle Eddie and I go to the store?"

Alice jumped up and down. "Ooh, can you get tortilla chips and salsa? I ate the last of it today."

"And cookies!" Bella pleaded. "Peanut butter and sugar cookies too."

"Maybe," Carlisle conceded. "Go get your shoes and coats."

Both girls scurried up the stairs, and Carlisle stood up as Edward stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around him.

"You're creating monsters," he whispered.

Carlisle laughed and turned to face Edward. "So are you," he teased, leaning in to kiss Edward as he tugged him closer to their bodies were pressed together. "And you wanted to get out of the house, right?"

Edward grinned and lowered his hands to Carlisle's ass to squeeze him. "You're a genius," he praised.

In just a few minutes, as they stood in the foyer waiting for Alice and Bella, Edward lost all his resolve to leave the house. Carlisle kissed both sides of his neck and nibbled on his Adam's apple, discreetly sliding his hand inside Edward's jeans to rub his ass and then his crease. He stopped just before the girls came back, and by then, Edward had to hold his coat over his crotch to keep them from noticing why his face was so red and his breathing was so shallow.

Together, they all the left the house, locking the front door and walking across the front lawn to Carlisle's next door neighbor, Mrs. Connie Simmons.

The elderly woman was happy to watch the girls while Carlisle and Edward drove to the store. It was only four-thirty, but the sun was setting in forty-five minutes, and it was already getting too cold to be out too late.

Carlisle insisted taking his car since it was already mostly warmed up, and Edward didn't argue, sliding into the passenger seat and cradling his hard-on with the knowledge that he was about to walk through a grocery store where people were bound to notice.

Traffic was kind of heavy with it being close to the time when other people were getting home from work, and most of the way to the store, Carlisle held Edward's hand and caressed his thumb and fingers in the growing twilight around them. Edward fiddled with the radio, settling on a classical station that was playing the Winter section of Four Seasons by Vivaldi.

The air was cold when they pulled into the parking lot outside the grocery store, and Carlisle led the way inside with a knowing grin on his face. He kissed Edward's cheek as they walked, whispering close to his ear.

"If you're good, I'll buy us a treat for after the girls go to bed."

Just that made Edward blush deeper, and he had no time to recover as they stepped into the warmth of the grocery store that was less than ten minutes from the house.

Carlisle grabbed a cart, and in less than a minute, they were perusing the store like a couple of teenagers shopping for their parents who'd sent them to the store with blank check.

"You don't honestly think they're going to need all this food, do you?" Edward asked as he stared at the cart full of junk food probably ten minutes later.

"I know my nieces," Carlisle swore. "Alice has a tragic affinity for tortilla chips and salsa, as you've probably already noticed, and Bella ate all the cookies we had the last time she came despite the batch you just made. I'm just making sure we have plenty of stuff for them."

They moved along the aisle with Carlisle randomly throwing things in, and Edward knew they were literally flying blind in the grocery store.

"Do you even know what you're getting?" Edward asked, glancing around and seeing a woman with her son down the aisle. He looked at Carlisle just as he picked up a can of whipped cream. "What is that for?" he whisper-hissed.

Carlisle grinned at him. "It's for us."

Edward blushed deep red, hiding his face as the woman passed them without looking at them. Then he looked at Carlisle. "We are not doing that with two little girls in the house," he still hissed. "Alice is already nine. She'll notice."

Carlisle moved to his side, making sure the aisle was empty before he wrapped his arm around Edward's waist and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I can make sure she doesn't even hear us, and when I'm done, you'll be begging for more."

"Stop it," Edward pleaded, biting his lip and trying not to smile. "Not here, okay?"

His husband nudged his ear with his nose, extending his tongue to lick his ear lobe before he caught the bottom between his lips. "Why not here?" Carlisle groaned softly. "Haven't you ever wanted to do it in a public place?"

Edward tried to nudge him away. "In this public place? No," he exhaled.

Carlisle laughed softly, allowing Edward to scoot away with the cart. "Oh, you are mine when we get home," he warned, grinning the entire time. "I'll have Mrs. Simmons watch the girls, maybe even give them a snack."

Edward shook his head, moving along the aisle and still blushing deeper than he had in a while. No other time in his life would he have ever allowed anyone so much access to his life or his heart, let alone his body, but with Carlisle, it was completely different. They'd been together long enough that Edward knew when his husband was joking and when he wasn't. Right now, Edward knew Carlisle wasn't joking. But it didn't worry Edward the way it might have if anyone else had said something like that.

They finished their shopping, basically buying nearly every brand of junk food Carlisle could fit in their cart, along with a frozen pizza and microwaveable spaghetti, and paying for it before getting back in Carlisle's car. As soon as they did, Carlisle leaned over the center console and reached for Edward's face to pull his closer.

"Maybe Mrs. Simmons could watch the girls for the night, and then I can pick them up in the morning," he whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against Edward's and extending his tongue to lick his lips.

Edward laughed softly, leaning his head back before Carlisle could close the small distance between them. "Aren't you the least bit tired?" he asked softly. "You just worked nearly eighteen hours. I'd be tired."

The shake of Carlisle's head followed as he leaned in again, almost completely over the console. "Nuh-uh," he breathed, closing his lips around the tip of Edward's nose.

Chills struck Edward's spine, and he shivered gently, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back to allow Carlisle's lips closer. It wasn't as strained a kiss as it should've been, and Carlisle took the invitation easily, wrapping his hand around the back of Edward's neck to keep them connected.

Covertly, Carlisle reached over the console for Edward's crotch, rubbing and grasping as gently as he could. Edward groaned against Carlisle's mouth and ground his hips into the hand cupping his rapidly hardening cock.

"Don't do that unless you plan on following through," Edward exhaled, extending his own tongue to touch Carlisle's.

"And what makes you think I don't plan on following through with this," Carlisle whispered, kissing and rubbing and grasping.

A horn honking startled them both, and Edward broke away first, remembering where they were and lifting his hand to Carlisle's cheek. "You can do whatever you want to me," he promised. "But at the house. Not in a grocery store parking lot."

Carlisle inhaled deeply, pressing his forehead against Edward cheek and then gently releasing the throbbing organ inside Edward's jeans. Without much more, he sat back, caught his breath and turned the car on to leave the parking lot even as it set lit by early afternoon sunlight. It would be dark soon, as it was mid-January, and there was a chance of snow, but the important thing was getting home safe.

True to his word, as soon as they pulled up to the curb in front of their brightly lit house, Carlisle hurried over to Mrs. Simmons' house to ask her about watching the girls for a little while longer. While he did that, Edward carried their bags into the house and then the kitchen, nervous for some reason but extremely curious as to how his husband planned on doing this without causing suspicion between Alice and Bella.

Edward was filling up the pantry with bags of chips and boxes of cookies when two big hands grabbed his hips and tugged him backward into a hard body. Grasping onto the items in his hands, Edward glanced back to see Carlisle and less than a second later, their lips and then tongues came together in a fury of delving, tasting and groaning. Carlisle cupped Edward's crotch again, squeezing and pressing his own crotch against Edward's ass.

Slowly, Carlisle undid Edward's belt and then the buttons holding his pants together, slipping his hands inside and stroking Edward through his underwear.

Edward dropped the bag of chips and box of cookies, reaching behind him for Carlisle and pulling him closer until they were flush against the pantry shelves. This he wasn't expecting, especially when he realized that Carlisle had shut the pantry door. His cock was already hard and straining against his boxer briefs, and Carlisle shoved them down to expose him to the cool air of the pantry. Suddenly, his shaft sprang out and slapped his exposed abdomen, and Carlisle immediately wrapped his hand around Edward's length.

"Oh, fuck!" Edward groaned, pressing his cheek against Carlisle's lips and angling his hips so that the hardness against his ass moved along his crack where he wanted it.

"You're greedy," Carlisle whispered, stroking Edward and kissing his cheek.

"It's your fault," Edward grit out between his teeth, panting. "I thought you were going to do this upstairs."

Carlisle's hand stilled, but he didn't let go. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked huskily.

"No," Edward cried. "Please."

"Turn around," Carlisle commanded.

Instantly, Edward pressed his back to the pantry shelves, and Carlisle knelt in front of him, pushing the hem of his sweater up and kissing the skin just below his navel. Edward tried to find purchase on one of the shelves to stay balanced, laying his other hand over Carlisle's head and grasping onto his silky blond hair. He watched with bated breath as his husband leaned forward and placed a series of open-mouthed, feathery kisses along his shaft.

Tingles slid up and down Edward's spine as he stood there with his pants easing down his legs to the floor, and the inside of the pantry began to heat up quickly. Gently, Carlisle licked the side of his cock, pressing a little here and a little there, and Edward nearly bit a hole into his lip to keep from yelling. When Carlisle realized he wasn't making any noise, he leaned back and lifted a pair of chastising eyes to Edward.

"There are no kids in the house, baby," he said. "I want to hear you."

Edward sucked in a deep breath, chewing his lip still but grinning as Carlisle began licking and kissing his cock again. Blood pumped at a furious pace to every centimeter of Edward's body, and his dick got harder under Carlisle's skilled tongue. In accordance to his instruction, every time Carlisle's tongue skimmed his reddened tip, Edward didn't hold in the moans slipping from his lips.

"Shit, Carlisle," he groaned.

Gently, Carlisle closed his mouth around Edward's tip, swirling his tongue and then lowering his mouth over his cock until the tip sank into his throat.

"Fuck! Yes."

Carlisle relaxed his throat, swallowing around Edward's shaft and then reaching around to squeeze his bare ass.

Edward moved in time with Carlisle, thrusting his hips and twisting more of Carlisle's hair in his fingers as his balls tightened slowly. The coil in his belly tightened too, and it felt so good. Every time Carlisle sucked on him and licked him, it felt so good.

There were a few times when he'd actually wanted to do something in this room. It seemed that Carlisle had become psychic to an astonishing degree. He was never going to look at the pantry the same again.

With his hands on Edward's ass, Carlisle began stroking his crease and then made contact with his contracting entrance.

"Shit, baby," Edward whispered, combing his fingers through Carlisle's hair as he lifted his eyes to Edward's.

His cock twitched in Carlisle's mouth, and he felt his release just as the length of Carlisle's finger slid inside him.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

Carlisle released his cock, kissing Edward's inner thigh and smiling up at him. "Still want to go upstairs?"

Edward grinned, staggering against the shelves and stepping out of his pants and underwear. "You're such a goddamn tease," he panted.

"I'm not done yet," Carlisle warned, discarding his own sweater and then unfastening his own pants. "Get down here."

Edward didn't hesitate, kneeling in front of Carlisle and kissing him as completely as he could. He tasted himself on Carlisle's tongue, moving closer to straddle his lap and shoving his hands down Carlisle's pants to grab his ass. Before they got far, Carlisle pulled Edward's sweater off so he was naked as they sat in the floor of the pantry.

"Hold on, baby," Carlisle whispered, leaning back and grinning as he continued stroking Edward's crack gently.

Edward moaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut and curling then uncurling his toes. "What?" he pleaded.

"We forgot something."

Reluctantly, Edward scooted back, watching as Carlisle stood up in his unbuttoned pants and no shirt to step into the kitchen and retrieve their newest toy. He came back with the red and white can, toeing his shoes off at the door before he closed it and pushed his pants and underwear off. He was already semi-erect, and just watching his cock wave invitingly made Edward's mouth water.

"Lay down," Carlisle ordered. "Use your jeans under your head."

Edward did as he was told, laying on his back with his jeans rolled up under his head, and Carlisle popped the top of the can off to expose the spout where white, slippery cream was already coming out. He shook the can and lowered the spout to Edward's mouth, smiling when Edward complied by parting his lips and extending his tongue.

It hadn't actually been that long since Edward had tasted whipped cream. Esme had used some on a jello mold for Christmas. But this was nothing like that. The cream was sticky and sweet, and Edward swallowed every bit of what was shot into his mouth.

"Does it taste good?" Carlisle whispered.

Edward smiled and nodded.

"You want more?"

"Oh, yeah," Edward chuckled.

Not wanting to disappoint, Carlisle pressed more out of the can onto Edward's tongue but then painted a line down Edward's chest to his cock where it was already getting hard again. Edward shivered a little as the cream was licked up, wetting his lips and reaching for Carlisle.

"I want it on you," he pleaded, his voice low and thick with desire.

Carlisle laughed softly. "Oh, anyway you want it, baby."

Edward took the can from Carlisle, sitting up and spraying cream around his husband's nipples. The instant his tongue touched Carlisle's skin, he let out a strangled moan, not expecting it but clearly enjoying it.

"You lay down," Edward commanded.

It was rare for Edward to take control of their intimate trysts, but Carlisle liked it, laying back over the floor and smiling when Edward began spraying more cream over his chest the same way it had been done to him.

"Feeling adventurous, are we?" Carlisle whispered.

Edward didn't respond, licking and kissing his way down Carlisle's body to his navel. He sprayed cream over Carlisle's hardening cock, swiping his finger down the length of it and pressing his finger into Carlisle's slit.

Suddenly, he yelled. "Oh! Shit. God, baby!"

There was no hesitation in Edward's movements as he crawled between Carlisle's legs and proceeded to lick all the cream away from his shaft. Slowly, torturously, he lowered his mouth over Carlisle's dick, pressing his hands to the floor even as his husband's hips bucked slightly.

"Fuck, Edward," Carlisle groaned. "Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Does it taste good?"

While still licking and sucking, Edward nodded, rolling his tongue along the underside of Carlisle's shaft.

"Fuck, yes! Damn, baby, that's it!"

Gently, Edward began moving his mouth up and down Carlisle's shaft, licking up all the cream and loving the way it mixed with his cum. Carlisle's cock twitched in his mouth, signaling his release was close, but before he could come, Carlisle nudged Edward away to sit up in front of him.

"I want to come inside you, baby," he whispered, kissing Edward's lips and grasping onto his ass to stroke his crease.

Edward shivered a thousand shivers, squeezing his eyes shut and wrapping his arms around Carlisle's shoulders.

It had been a few days since they'd had sex, especially with the girls in the house, but at this moment, they were all alone.

For several minutes, they moved against each other, and Carlisle stroked Edward until he could slide all three of his fingers inside his ass. Amazingly enough, the cream helped, and Edward had never felt more ready than he did at that moment in his life.

Carlisle reached away from them for his pants, finding a condom and ripping it open. "Are you ready?" he whispered to Edward.

Softly, Edward groaned. "Oh, fuck, if you stop now, I swear to God I won't let you sleep in our bed for the rest of the week," he warned.

Carlisle smiled and laughed just once, rolling the condom on and lining them up while Edward straddled his hips. "You're so fucking gorgeous, baby," he appraised. "So beautiful. So sweet. I love you so much." Slowly, he lowered Edward onto him, rocking his hips and holding Edward as tight as he could until he was completely seated.

It took Edward a few seconds to adjust, and Carlisle kissed him as they sat on the floor together in each other's arms. It felt so amazing, just like it always did, and it wasn't until Edward began moving that Carlisle followed him.

Their dance of push and pull increased until they were a huddled mess of limbs, lips and tongues, and Carlisle grabbed to red and white can to spray more cream into Edward's mouth as they continued to kiss, making love like they would never do it again — which for the duration of the girls' stay, they probably wouldn't.

Eventually, and in extremely slow motion to keep from disengaging, Carlisle lay Edward over the floor like he originally intended. He pulled Edward's legs up so that his ankles were over his shoulders, driving into his boy until it was clear neither of them would be able to hold on much longer.

"I love you so much," Carlisle groaned against Edward's mouth. "So fucking much."

Edward held onto Carlisle for dear life, feeling his cock between them and knowing that he was going to explode even without being touched. He'd already come once. He didn't know if he could handle a second time after the day he'd had.

"Are you okay?" Carlisle pleaded.

Edward nodded, leaning up to kiss him even though his back was starting to hurt from laying on the concrete floor of the pantry for too long.

Carlisle's hand wrapped around him then, and the coil inside his belly began tightening again. His cock twitched and jumped, needing release so much more now than he had just a few minutes earlier. Carlisle seemed to know this, doubling his efforts and speeding up to thrust into Edward harder until it was obvious his release was close too.

"God, I love your ass," Carlisle groaned. "I fucking love being inside you. Oh, I need you so much, baby. Are you close again?"

Edward nearly bit his lip off, nodding and clenching his teeth.

"You're so beautiful!" Carlisle yelled, coming suddenly and huffing as he remained hovered above Edward.

His arms shook violently as he released Edward's legs and pressed his hands to the floor. He kissed Edward gently and laid his forehead down. "Do you still need to?"

Reluctantly, Edward nodded, and Carlisle immediately went to work, stroking and tugging as he remained above Edward.

It didn't take long before Edward was thrashing around, moaning and gripping Carlisle's shoulders as he exploded over both of them without a care in the world, and Carlisle smiled as soon as he felt Edward's cum all over his hand.

"You are so greedy," Carlisle whispered, caressing Edward's temple and then kissing his brow. "Are you okay?"

Again, Edward nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and then looking around the pantry. "This was a great idea," he said with a smile.

Carlisle nodded. "It was," he agreed. "And imagine how much less amazing it would have been if we'd been upstairs — or how much more of a mess we would've made."

Edward laughed softly and rose up to his elbows. He tried to get up, but his limbs refused to move except to lay there and pant like a mess of nerves and fluids.

Carlisle lay beside him and kissed his shoulder. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," Edward whispered, leaning closer and kissing him back.

Carlisle could only sigh, content and more sated than he had been all week.

Edward watched him intently, noticing how relaxed he was and wondering what else he could squeeze out of him.

They lay there for more time than either of them kept up with, and without meaning to, Edward remembered the girls.

"What about Alice and Bella?" he asked.

Carlisle stretched out like a cat, his arms above his head and his cock stirring slightly. "I'll call Mrs. Simmons. She always likes spending time with the girls. We'll go get them in the morning."

For a minute, Edward didn't reply, relaxing slowly. He closed his eyes and, before he realized it, Carlisle was caressing his cheek and whispering in his ear.

"Are you hungry?"

Edward's stomach grumbled as if on cue, and Carlisle chuckled.

"Then we should feed you."

It was with great reluctance that they rose from the pantry floor and got dressed, stepping into the kitchen where the rest of the groceries were still setting.

"Pizza?" Carlisle asked. "It's already thawed. Won't have to cook as long."

Edward laughed softly, sitting up at the bar in his jeans and sweater. "Sure. We'll have to get Alice another one though."

Carlisle leaned over the bar, grasping onto Edward's hands and leaning in to kiss him gently. "I'll buy her two. And your hair is all messed up. I love it."

Edward blushed and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it after the messy sex they'd just had. Hopefully, they wouldn't have to explain to the girls why they'd needed a night to themselves. In the morning, he would make them anything they wanted, and with any luck, they wouldn't think to ask.

And then there was the mess in the pantry.

But that would be another story altogether.

For dinner, they munched on pepperoni pizza and imported beer, and Edward left himself a note so he'd remember to get more pizza and anything else the girls wanted the next time they went to the grocery store.

When Edward took a shower that night, he barely made it through before climbing into bed in his usual pajama pants while Carlisle cleaned up the pantry and the kitchen. He wasn't even awake when Carlisle came to bed, but he woke up easily, pulling Carlisle into his arms and slipping back into sleep gently.


Ever used Whipped Cream? No. Does this make you want to? Me too!

I hope you enjoyed our little sexy trip into the past. Don't worry. I still plan to make an actual story of the beginning of our boys. This was just a little interlude.

Next week, we will return to our regularly scheduled programming.

Let me know what you think, and see you guys next week!

Bye!